He knew... probably not at the time but the Draconian told him. At the last moment, when Noct had no other choice but to go through with it. All of them praise the Astrals and their age and wisdom and yet- what kind of Astral prays, asks for someone's death?

Ignis felt, for the longest time, like a child lost in the woods. Just wandering around, trying to find a way back, something to help him. But the only things he ran into were wild animals and chasms, so deep you can't see the end.

"I won't stop looking..." Ignis says firmly, his eyes stinging as he feels Noct trembling in his hold. Dammit. Damn it!